Sometimes you just want to take a job and shove it. Well, these folks certainly did! These employees share the epic way they walked out off a job.
They’ve Had Enough!
“I saw a bunch of people rage quit their job all at once when I was in my teens.
We have a fairly large Irish population where I come from and the St Patrick’s Day Parade has always been a big deal around here.
Back in the day, they used to hold it on the main street and the Burger King I worked in was the only thing open along the route.
This year it was unseasonably warm and back then we (Burger King employees) wore those big heavy shirts and thick pants. Worse yet was once the flame broiler got going full tilt it raised the temperature in the kitchen by at least another 20 or so degrees. so it was one hot, sweaty, miserable day for us.
Compounding the problems was Burger King pushing its, ‘have it your way’ campaign and that was pretty new to fast food at the time so every person that came in wanted to special order everything just because they could.
The restaurant was packed, all the employees were sweating like pigs and every person that came in was either staggering or outright rude and nasty.
I was on the flame broiler and my girlfriend was on one of the registers when a commotion happened. A wasted customer had come in, special ordered a whopper or something, and then decided he wanted it specialized even further. The place was packed and as he tried to get back to the front of the line a lot of shoving went on. It was pure chaos.
Our manager who was not much older than the teen staff ran up and decided the best course of action was to appease the inebriated guy by chastising the girl at the register who just happened to be my girlfriend.
The people next in line started shouting, the manager was shouting, and the wasted clown was shouting. The manager totally lost his cool and called my girlfriend a name (can’t even remember what it was) and that got me leaving my station and heading to the register.
I was wasting my time though as said girlfriend punched the manager with a right hook that would have made Rocky proud. She then unceremoniously yanks off her Burger king shirt, throws it at him while giving a few expletives and storms out in her soaking wet T-shirt.
I stood dumbfounded while I watched most of the crew around me start ditching their heavy Burger King shirts and making a beeline for the door while saying things like, ‘ya, [email protected]#$ this!’.
I left as well but a friend of mine stayed and told me that they didn’t have enough employees to keep the place open so they ended up closing for the day.
I have never seen anything like that ever again.”
That’s Not How You Treat A Caregiver!
“I worked as a caregiver for the meanest, most fight picking woman. I tried and tried to get along with her. My kindness was met with her picking on me even harder – she just loved to fight! She got progressively meaner and meaner for the 10 years I worked for her.
One day she thought it would be great fun to get her boyfriend involved in picking on me too. I came in that morning, and she was already making up nonsensical stuff to pick a fight. I let it roll off me. She immediately made up a 2nd thing to attack me with. I let it roll off. Five attempts to pick a fight finally got me to get mad. I said ‘Will you f’ing knock it off!’ She said, ‘Gawd Melissa, GAWD! You sure are in a bad mood today!’ at that point she got the fight she wanted! After a few back and forths, her boyfriend comes stomping in, saying ‘Melissa – I’m sick and tired of YOU fighting everyday and I’m not going to stand for it anymore!’
Oh? HE’S not going to stand for it? I was already reaching the end of my rope with this Nasty Woman. I’M the one that’s not going to stand for it anymore!
But hey, Nasty Prick got the explosive fight she wanted. Both she and her boyfriend were verbally bashing me with so much enthusiasm, while I kept yelling ‘Stop it! I’ve had enough!’ over and over. At one point, Nasty Prick got so carried away, she screamed ‘Get out! Get out!’
I know she meant ‘Get out today, but come back tomorrow so I can beat on you some more.’ But that’s not how it works. Her ‘Get out!’ was my Golden Ticket. The Golden Ticket of Firing. Whether she meant to or not, in the eyes of unemployment insurance, that’s a firing.
I left and never returned. She accidentally fired her 6-morning-a-week caregiver. I got to collect unemployment insurance while she laid there, with no one to help her but her Nasty Boyfriend.
I was GONE.
She called me every day for a week, but I let it go to voicemail. Everyday she left bad attitude messages on my phone, told me she’s not going to play ‘my game’ with me, threatening to replace me if I didn’t come to work right now – expecting that would get me to jump up and run to help her. Little did she know yet, that she’d already fired me.
It wasn’t until the Unemployment Department called her to ask her side of what happened. That’s when she learned ‘Get Out!’ is a firing regardless of what you meant. People are not required to read your mind, and certainly not come back for more after that.
I didn’t start out that day planning to leave, but it was building. I was furious at all of her fight-picks getting increasingly abusive over the years, and that day’s intentional escalation of getting her boyfriend to join in on abusing me was just so over the top. And when the magical words ‘Get out!’ entered into it, I was a happy camper. I was free – free at last! Nasty Lady and her Nasty Boyfriend deserve each other.
Afterward, I went to apply for a job as an Emergency Caregiver for the city of Berkeley. They didn’t have any openings at the time, but interviewed me anyway. The interviewer recognized this woman’s name on my application, and my 10 years with her. ‘You worked for Cynthia for 10 YEARS???’
I said yes, but I’d rather her not be called…I hesitated about how to say why. I didn’t even have to explain at all – the interviewer said, ‘I’m hiring you! We don’t really have an opening, but I’m going to MAKE an opening for you!’
Apparently, they know her very well there. She beats up their emergency caregivers too.”
A Subway Story
“I was working at a Subway in my town (one of many) as a part-timer while trying to continue therapy for my PTSD.
I let the manager and head manager know, as required by the ADA, that I would need to have accommodation.
In this case, that accommodation would be that if I started to have a major anxiety attack or any flashbacks, that I would need to sit in the back, away from customers for at least 15 minutes in order to get through the attack/flashback. This was as much for my safety as it was for customer safety and to ensure I didn’t make the store look bad.
Not only did both of them say that they would allow for the accommodation, but they then never let me actually use said accommodation when I needed to use it. That was the first straw of many.
The last one was when the manager’s best friend (who was one of my co-workers and worked under her) cornered me in the back early in the morning during prep time and threatened to assault me.
She said, ‘I’m about to beat you a*, cause you running around thinking you’re so special, and I know all you so called ‘disabled’ pricks are just all liars! Don’t you ever mess with me, cause I’m gonna kill you!’
She threatened to assault and kill me because I have PTSD (and even had the gall to say that all mentally ill people are liars, when her own son has PTSD from serving in Iraq!!!).
That was the point I had finally had enough. No minimum wage job was worth threats to my life and physical safety.
So I quit. I ran out of there, locked myself in my boyfriend’s car (which he was letting me use to get to work), and sped home.
I came in bawling my eyes out, my boyfriend started freaking out, and then when I told him what had happened, he just had this look of pure anger and hatred on his face.
He eventually got me to calm down and stabilize again, and then drew a bath for me to help me get cleaned up (since I was covered in sauces and crud from doing prep work), got me some clean clothes he warmed up in the dryer for me, and then sat me down to watch a movie.
I realized about an hour later that I was going to have to go back to return the shirt I had still been wearing from my work uniform when I left, and my boyfriend told me, don’t worry about it, we’ll do that here in about 30 minutes.
I was confused, but 30 minutes later he got me into the car, said he was going to drop it off through the drive-through window and that would be it. He had the shirt in a Walmart sack, but told me not to mess with it.
Now, this is the point that I need to mention, my boyfriend is in the Air Force, and was stationed in Elmandorf, Alaska, for most of his service (this will be important for the next part).
We pulled up to the drive-through window, and we saw the head manager arguing with the manager and threatening a co-worker (and quite loudly too).
My boyfriend knocked on the window, and the head manager came and opened it, saw me, and said, ‘Oh, it’s you, you need to come inside so we can discuss what happened today and….’
My boyfriend interrupted right then. ‘No, she will not be coming inside where she may be attacked by a crazy b*tch that threatened to kill her just because she’s alive. We are here to return her uniform shirt and then we’re leaving.’
At that point he grabbed the Walmart sack, pulled a sandwich-sized ziploc bag that had my uniform shirt shoved into it, and chucked it through the window.
The head manager dodged out of the way, and that was when I heard a solid thwack coming from the bag hitting the floor in the store.
I was confused, but saw my boyfriend flip the b*tch the bird as he sped off.
Then he surprised me by taking me out to dinner at Texas Roadhouse to help cheer me up.
I asked him while there what else was in the ziplock bag that made it so heavy.
That was when he told me he just pulled a prank on the managers, one that he and his friends/fellow soldiers used to pull back in Elmandorf.
See, while I was taking that warm bath, he had folded up my uniform shirt super tight and super small, put it in the baggie, added water into the baggie, sealed it, and then froze the dang thing in the freezer until it was rock solid.
Apparently when they had any rivalries between the crew chiefs at Elmandorf (at least in the dorms), they’d sneak out each other’s underwear or other clothing items, soak them in water, and leave them in the snow during the winter to freeze, right in front of the view from the ‘offender’s’ window. They made sure not to do it with uniform items (and much less their Blues), and normally the ‘offender’ would have time to think about how much of a d*ck he was while his clothes were thawing out.
My boyfriend was actually hoping that the head manager would catch the baggie, but it definitely gave the desired effect when it hit the ground.
My boyfriend also went in later with me to the head office to give my ‘exit interview’ (aka, fill out this form, we don’t want to talk to you) and get my final paycheck.
Luckily the owner of the whole local franchise was there that day, and came out to talk as we were leaving. We let him know exactly what happened, and then my boyfriend mentioned that he’d already let a close family friend of his, who is a lawyer, know what happened as well, so they’d probably be hearing from the feds soon for the ADA violations, and maybe the police for the death threats I received.
The owner looked like he was about to sh*t bricks, excused himself, and I received a letter two weeks later letting me know that the franchise had been fined for the ADA violations, they paid, and they fired that head manager, the lower manager, and that co-worker (and the co-worker was in the news a month later for getting arrested for attempting to kill her own son).”
Trash Talking Tiffany
‘A whole bunch of people rage-quit the local Walmart a few years back when they had a horrible store manager. To give an idea of how horrible she was, my brother and I were trying to locate the store manager so my brother could ask about getting a job.
A friend of ours had just talked to a woman in plain clothes and been told to go apply at the office. I was wondering if she worked there or if she just knew the manager. She saw me looking at her and got up in my face and rudely asked me what my problem was and what I wanted. I said I was looking for the store manager and she said ‘What the heck for?; and I said we were told to find the store manager to inquire about jobs— another employee told us she was the manager and looked away sheepishly. I called my brother over and he asked about a job. She looked at him and said ‘We’re not hiring!’ and then went back to what she was doing before.
She constantly trash-talked employees over the walkie talkie system. One day she didn’t know a certain employee was there and was talking smack about her and the employee politely chimed in over the walkie talkie ‘I’m here, Miss Tiffany.’ She would also yell at customers and employees in front of everyone. She yelled at people from a charity who came every year to donate money to pay off stuff on layaway for customers and refused to even speak to them or take their charity.
She messed with people’s hours and gave people incorrect instructions. An employee who almost never got angry got so mad at her for coming in and screaming at his crew that he followed her back to her office chewing her out. She slammed the door in his face, he banged on it until she opened it and chewed her out some more.
My friend was working there and went on his lunch break. There was only one register open so he spent almost 10 minutes in line to buy his food. He wolfed it down as fast as he could and made it back to clock back in— she saw him and started screaming at him in front of everyone ‘Why are you one minute late from your lunch break?’ He asked ‘Why are you screaming at me in front of other employees in violation of the store policy?’ She then screamed and swore at him that how dare he be one whole minute late and wouldn’t stop yelling. He told her to eff herself and walked out.
23 employees all quit the same day (payday) because of her nonsense. They lost 17 cashiers and 6 overnight stockers because they couldn’t stand working for her.”
No Loyalty Among Backstabbers
“I didn’t rage so much as plot my exit.
I worked this part-time lower management retail mall job while beginning college.
When I first started, I was hired by the store manager. I loved her. She was this stick of a person who, as it turns out, ran on a diet of caffeine and nicotine. She had tons of energy and was really friendly. She would buy specialty cookies from a nearby Jewish bakery and share proudly with everyone at work. She was just great. I would come in on days off if she called because I knew she would have my back just the same.
Well, about a month or two into working there something happened and she got ill. She took off for a long time (family paid leave is sort of sick). During that time, the assistant manager ‘stepped up’ to be the acting store manager. I didn’t think anything of the change Until I overheard the assistant manager bad-mouth the store manager, a person she once claimed was her best friend to the district manager. Suddenly I understood what was happening and I hated her for it but kept my mouth shut. I refused to cooperate with the district manager or assistant to take down the store manager.
Sure enough, the district manager, on the word of the assistant manager, pushes to have the store manager removed. Allowing the assistant to step into the position more permanently.
I tried my best to be a hard worker and ignore the fact that my new store manager was a back-stabbing bad-mouthing horrible selfish person who could spread lies and purposely get someone fired over a serious illness which as it turns out could have been stress induced due to the hostile work environment of upper management within that (now defunct) company.
The new store manager doesn’t forget how she got there and suddenly becomes paranoid that someone else is going to do to her what she did to the previous store manager. She starts taking her paranoia out on all people working there, especially you guessed it, anyone in management because we were closer to the top. And even more especially the ones of us that had worked under the previous manager. She starts to get people fired one by one until I’m the only one left. She cannot fire me, because I am on my best behavior and she hates it. She goes as far as blaming me for everything wrong but with no way to prove it, can’t fire me. Does someone accept a return on merchandise from over a year ago? Must be my fault. Nope, I wasn’t working that day. Hmmn… what else can I get her for?
One day while having a conversation with a high school part-timer, my name comes up but I have a common name. In this story, the high schooler is talking about how her weekend was fun. Bobby bought she and her friends some drinks and they had a party. The store manager is elated to hear this and immediately phones the district manager.
I come into work the next day and the District manager pulls me into the office to let me know that they are calling the police and I am going to jail for supplying drinks to a minor. ‘Whoa, what’??? I tell the district manager ‘it wasn’t me’. And proceed to explain to her that the new store manager is doing everything she can to get me fired and I just can’t believe it has come to this! The district is taking the word of a liar over my word. I decided I’m not going to speak anymore. The only words out of my mouth at that point were ‘CALL HER (the high school worker)’!
After lecturing me more, the district finally relents to all my ‘Call her’ statements and calls the girl. The girl says ‘Oh My Gosh, no not Bobbie. Bobby, my boyfriend’s friend’! And I’m once again not fire-able but the Store manager is squirming as I work that day feeling rage boiling but never coming out, instead, I’m holding it all in and plotting her demise.
A month later, as the holidays are approaching and we are having a huge sale coming up we are told NO one is allowed to take time off because this sale was going to be so huge! Everyone understands how these sales work, it’s all hands on deck for a super long day.
The night before the sale, the Store Manager and I are both working together to close the store. We stay busy and of course, I avoid her as best as I can because I still do not like her and do not socialize with her any longer unless absolutely necessary.
We close the mall gate and finish up in the back. Clock out and walk each other to the gate to do the mandatory bag checks.
She looks in my bag and then says ‘yep, looks good. See you early tomorrow for the big sale!’
To which I reply, ‘Oh yes, that reminds me. Here, you’ll need these.’ And hand her the keys to the store. I was scheduled to open in the morning after closing, of course.
She says ‘what do you mean?’
I smile and graciously say, ‘I’m giving you what you want, you want me gone so I quit.’
She says, ‘…but tomorrow is the big sale’?
I say ‘Yes it is. Good luck with that.’ And I left. I never saw her again.
My boyfriend and I left the next day to go to Disneyland. (I’m not kidding but we’d already had it planned and I couldn’t take off during the big sale so it worked out perfectly. Most relaxing vacation ever.)”
Note To Self: Don’t Work At Burger King!
“I started working at Burger King on my 17th birthday. I worked there for a little over a year (I think one year 18 days to be exact). During this time, I was the only employee they took advantage of, the only one who would come in on their days off (they didn’t need to threaten to fire me if I couldn’t come in; yet one manager in particular would make this threat before I even had a chance to answer). In my time there most of the staff completely changed, there was a girl that had worked there for a few years but she was going away for college, and the cook who had worked there for 30 years, not sure what happened to her but she just stopped going to work…
It wasn’t just employees that rotated in and out of the place, managers did as well. They hired a girl a year younger than me and they were paying her $1.35 more per hour than I was making and she didn’t have to work nearly as many hours of me. I didn’t really care though.
I was the ‘go-to girl’ when they needed anything done. Come in and help unload the truck, they’d call me. Stay late and do inventory. Yep that was me again. Work on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas… That was me! None of this ever bothered me, it was a job and I thought this was just all part of having a job.
I was pretty good at my job, I never made a mistake (you’re probably thinking that I’m full of it, but no one ever brought their orders back because they were made incorrect). More often than not I was the only cashier, I always had the headset on and would end up working the front cash register too. Never made my customers wait ages at the speaker, as soon as I heard that little ding in my ear. I greeted them with, ‘welcome to Burger King, how may I help you?’ Or if we were extremely busy, I would greet them and ask them to give me a second, I never made them wait (a far cry from today’s fast food standards lol).
One night it was just me and the general manager, he was the cook when he wasn’t in the office, I had both the front cash register and the drive thru, I greeted someone at the speaker and took her order. She only ordered a chicken nugget, I handed the order out and she left. I went about getting the dishes done and cleaning up the lobby because it was almost time to lock it up. My manager calls for me to come to the office and tells me that the president of the company just called and wanted to compliment the little blonde girl who had just taken her order. He was telling me how polite and professional she thought I was, how I didn’t make her wait and how she received her order promptly.
All this is leading up to the day I quit. The backstory is so that you can understand even though this was just a fast food job, I had a good work ethic and took my job seriously.
Many people came and went at this job, we had a new cook (one of many) he worked there about three weeks and made a few mistakes, sometimes I would have to ask about my special orders because he just wasn’t making them. Well the night I quit, I had two orders back to back for chicken sandwiches, three each. the first car wanted three chicken sandwiches and the second car wanted three chicken sandwiches plain. He put up three chicken sandwiches and that was it. I handed out the order and was waiting on the next cars’ order. It just wasn’t coming, so I asked him where were my three plain chicken sandwiches. He got ticked, he started yelling at me that he had made them. And I was telling him no, you made the first order and not the second. This guy just did not like to be told he was wrong I guess…
He was yelling and cussing at me, I went and made the sandwiches myself and gave an apology at the window for the delay while he’s still screaming at the top of his lungs calling me every name in the book. The manager was in the office with the door open; she was actually training a new manager, neither one of them came out to see what was happening.
I was just so ticked off at the way I was being demeaned and ranted at just for trying to do my job. I walked to the office took off my headset and launched it. It bounced off the wall hit the trainee manager and then hit the manager. They both just looked at me and I shouted, ‘I QUIT!’ I walked out and never looked back.”
Karma Is A Cruel Mistress
“I had been working for a subway chain in Dublin for four years. One day I came to work and was physically pushed into the office by the store manager who begged and pleaded with me to take the managers position as our one had quit and walked out that morning.
Bear in mind I had just started training to do the orders, rosters and other weekly paperwork. That being said I really liked my store manager so I said ok since it’s you asking I’ll do it. Within a month I had turned things around in the store and sales were high, staff and customers were reporting the best feedback in years and I had been scoring in the high 90’s for my evaluations.
After my second evaluation I was then moved to another store closer to home and everything changed. I had staff that literally stood around talking to their friends all day, talking and texting on their phones and some would simply not turn up. I gave out warnings after a few weeks because I had had enough but my new store manager was a complete MORON. He wouldn’t hear how any of his ‘great’ staff were doing any wrong so he lied and said I had been standing around and being rude to customers every chance I got.
My area manager believed him and decided to hire a new manager that did nothing. I was left doing all our prep for every day. All our cleaning and reports as well as serving. I wanted to quit but because my daughter had just been born I needed the money so I decided to work until I could find something better.
I then came into work one day after an evaluation where we had done TERRIBLY. I was berated in the middle of the store with staff and customers looking on for doing ‘ too much food’ and not arranging for equipment to be fixed. At this point I had enough. I went to the bathroom and changed out of my uniform and placed it in a plastic bag. I walked up to the counter where the staff were all smiling and gossiping about the events and handed my manager the bag, said I quit and walked out.
Within a week I had a new job right at my doorstep and I never looked back. I found out that a few weeks later that place closed down and everyone was out of a job. Karma is a cruel mistress.”
OP’s Company Sounds Like It Absolutely Sucks Though
“I watched someone rage quit, in fact, I suppose I was responsible, or at the very least, the conduit for their rage.
It was hilarious.
The job was basically call centre work, but for charities, and I was one of the managers. It’s hourly paid work rather than salaried, and employees were expected to be on time at the start of shifts. If you’re late, even by a minute, then you’re docked 15 minutes pay and told to start work when your pay starts (e.g. if you’re due at 1.30 but come in at 1.35, then you’re told to start at 1.45 and are paid from that point).
So, 2 guys walk in late. I politely explain that they’re late, and will be docked 15 minutes, and give them their new start time. I even tell them they can wait in the break room and get a drink before paid time starts. I’d done the job myself for a long time before getting promoted, and I always endeavoured to be polite and not talk down to people.
So far, standard lateness, no big deal.
Anyhow, they stroll back a while later, later than the next 15 minute slot. I think this is pretty slack, seeing as how they’ve already been late once, but I keep my cool. I do however point out that they’re late again.
Before we can even begin to discuss this, one of them flies into a rage. He loudly rages against the unfairness of the entire company, how sick he is of the whole thing. At one point I thought he might even take a swing at me, but he just pushes past and storms out.
Now, just to explain, it’s a pretty long, narrow office, and we’re at the far end from the door, so he has a long way to storm. He huffs and puffs his way down, before barging out of the door.
I then look down at his desk. He’s left his bag.
I ponder whether to follow, at which point the doors open again and he makes his way back, past all of the people he’d just stomped past.
Now, storming out is quite dramatic. Storming back, picking up a bag, and then storming out again, less so. In fact, it’s kind of hilarious. By his second exit, the storm had blown out a little and he was blushing. I was covering my face trying not to let him see me laughing.
The moral of this story is, you only get one shot at a dramatic exit, so check you’ve got your stuff before throwing a strop.”